Lightly lick it, let the metal spoon become a longer limb, latching the little fingers to the apple crumble. Warm custard oozes with each dig; the smell of cinnamon wafts softly away. Delicately gooey center, crunchy apples, crumbling topping; all of these make the perfect rainy day treat.
Combine it with some freshly baked, chewy French madeleines and a steaming cup of mint tea, and you’ve got yourself hedonism on a platter. There is no turning back. There is only this pleasure. Now.